... ..Lake Pontchartrain ....September 4, 2005   The sportscaster reminds his audience that the contest being played is just a game and urges us to be mindful of what's "really important."  He mentions family and friends and I think about this.  What's really important, I conclude, is that people never have to contemplate what's really important. On the adjoining television, cameras catch the ruined and the wretched.  A blonde voice intones, once again, that her "heart goes out" to those at whom we gawk.  If only those poor fuckers needed heart transplants.  I look down at my skinny arm and watch my dermal levee break.  Dark red blood flows into the plastic bag like a donation from Lake Pontchartrain. previous..|..current..|..archives..|..3d quarter index..|..next

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